I notice that the snow days I once treated as a frequent occurrence no longer occur so frequently anymore.
I feel very worried about the children, women and girls, all peoples are victims of the climate crisis.
I felt climate change when Hurricane Sandy stormed through my city in 2012.
I try to gather a sense of climate change through memory.
I am sensing climate change through the increase in extreme weather.
They make me feel sad and upset that local leaders are so glib about impending threat.
My family huddled up in one room with air conditioning and even with it, it was still 80 degrees in there.
Some people had to swim out of their second story windows in the middle of night, while others went on rescue missions in the boats they kept in their garages.
As subway stations swelled with water and cars floated down the streets, the hustle and bustle of the fast-paced roads quieted to an eerie silence; it felt as if the gray clouds of the regularly scheduled rainy season had come back on their own accord.
However, last year when I returned home for Winter Break from Penn and walked outside of Union Station, the first thing I noticed was how warm it was outside. It felt like spring and I was very concerned right away because I thought about how hot it was the past summer.
The turn of the seasons only an hour from the place I’d spent my eighteen years was unpredictable and mysterious to me.
This situation makes me really concerned and fearful for older people who do not have loved ones to help them stay safe or rebuild after a natural disaster like this.
I fell witness to the slow destruction of my neighborhood, watching stray animals die, houses and trees collapse, and cars on the road crash all because of Hurricane Ike.
When I was the same age as Daniel, I remember blizzards that would cancel school for a week, snow so high that my dad and I would make igloos out of them, snow so heavy I could sink waist deep. Core memories that don’t just pale in comparison, they hurt.
As I drove around my hometown, I noticed many stores closed for repairs and tons of damaged cars resulting from tornadoes that struck this area during the storm.
For what seemed like forever, the skies became orange and hazy and it became normal to see smoke somewhere. The smell of burning wood and building materials permeated the air.
The day prior I strolled the streets in flip flops and shorts, then – like an emergency tsunami – a mere 24 hours later the streets are white and the Christmas songs have begun to top the charts once more.
I don’t know if I should dress warmly or wear something that won’t make me sweat all day.
Just knowing that something like this is possible is horrifying.
I get frustrated because I know that the weather is not like how it used to be.
Or we can use our mistakes and clean the air of its smoky waste. We have little time as humans, but our world has more.
In the early month of June, however, England was facing record-high heat.
As Christmas came closer and closer, I waited for the first bit of snow to arrive. I waited and waited, but not one flake of snow fell down from the sky that December.
The violent winds lifted me up into the air. It would’ve succeeded if it wasn’t for my dad anchoring me down. “Let go of the umbrella”, he screamed. I watched as my umbrella flew away.
Suddenly a thought comes unbidden.
This will be gone soon too.
Every year it feels like I’m seeing the trees change later, and when spring comes around and I see either dead trees or trees that have been green for a while I just think about how I might be one of the last generations to experience this.
As the years ticked by, snow has made less and less frequent appearances. Maybe this is just a side effect of childhood nostalgia—the feeling that every weather event, holiday, and outing was just a bit more dramatic and exciting when I was younger—but part of me tells me it isn’t.
As the weather becomes more extreme I worry for my family who live so far away.
It’s place in me will always exist and I hope that I will have places I can go to with it for years to come.
As these problems remain unresolved, the impact will grow exponentially.
Some paths along the water, usually 10 or so feet from the shore, were being threatened by the encroaching waves.
Mainly, the sounds of animals have diminished
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